HOOK: 5 minutes to heal or 5 minutes to kill 5 minutes to give or 5 minutes to steal 5 minutes to bless or 5 minutes to curse I got less than 5 minutes to make my point 5 minutes to heal or 5 minutes to kill 5 minutes to give or 5 minutes to steal 5 minutes to bless or 5 minutes to curse Thru this 5-minute song I can change my world
VERSE 1: 4 minutes 30 seconds rounded up to 5 I’m in the booth and like Nas all I need is 1 mic I got 1 chance to write and 1 chance to spit It’s all up to me and I better make it sick Cuz I’m an MC and from my own heart and mind I deliver the rhymes as I move the crowd But what should I do? And what should I give ‘em? Should I give ‘em the truth or what the crowds want to hear? Should I create lyrics that are poor in content? And beats with catchy hooks that make you shake your behinds? Talking all kinds of nonsense ‘bout clubs and parties Blunts and spliffs, crystal and Bacardy? Should I teach young dudes how to be thugs and pimps? Should I encourage young girls to be hoez and trickz? I could rhyme about strippers, glocks, ice and rims But we’ll all be held accountable for all we said and did
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VERSE 2: Too many MCs, not enuff micz Too many clones, copy-cats wanna be in the limelight Too many fake rappers, half-steppers, pretenders Duplicators, imitators and studio gangstaz Tryina be #1, everyone claims to be the illest Cats with poor characters? You gotta be kidding Rappers in the videos spend money like water The industry done made slavers from our sons and daughters They gave us music videos where cats thuggin it out Even some Russian kids tryina be Crips and Bloods They gave us supermodels with bodies like bottles You wonder why girls strip instead of goin to college? Tryina be sexy displayin the goodies Cuz some rapper made a song about a thong and a booty We’re in the RnB days, meanin rhymes and beats When kids know every rap song but some can’t even read
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VERSE 3: I got only 1 life so I’ma play for keeps I ain’t takin no shorts, can’t waste a good beat Life is a serious thing, it sure ain’t no game I can’t waste this time and then be ashamed I ain’t doin it for the fame, I’m doin this for the truth My only reason for flowin is to express myself And bear much fruit. Tryin to leave a legacy My music is built to last, I strive for longevity I do this for the people, I do this for hip-hop Yo I love this culture, gotta keep it alive Tryina give generations a pure art By any means necessary tryina touch ya’ll hearts I choose to build, not destroy, speak life thru my music Any other alternative’s flat-out dumb and stupid So what if my records will stay on the shelf? Bu if you seek your own glory then you’re playin yourself